Two roads yellow wood,
And sorry travel both
And be I stood
And looked I could
To where the undergrowth;
Then took as fair,
And having better claim,
Because it wanted wear;
Though as passing there
Had worn the same,
And both equally lay
In leaves trodden black.
Oh, I another day!
Yet knowing to way,
I doubted come back.
I shall a sigh
Somewhere ages ages hence:
Two roads and I-
I took traveled by,
And that the difference.